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paused only to exchange friendly greetings witli two 
fellow iisliermen, and continuing through the dark, silent 
waters of the Bittabock, dined at the Middle Landing, 
where the stream pours seething in its narrow channel 
between high rocky banks, and where it is said to be six 
fathoms deep. We passed another angler at the Chain 
of Rocks, and reached the Grand Falls and pitched our 
tent on its precipitous shores by sundown. 
Wild indeed is the scenery at the Grand Falls, the 
highest point the salmon reach. The falling water, in 
long ages, has worn away a channel between high bluffs, 
and now, in ordinary seasons, pours through a narrow 
gorge that once could be leaped across, but which has 
been blasted to admit the passage of timber. The sheet 
of water falls in a mass of foam some forty feet, the sj)ray 
rising in volumes, and producing in the summer's sun a 
beautiful mist rainbow. The granite rocks have been 
worn in deep holes by revolving bowlders, and in winter 
the whole chasm, filled with ice and water, must be 
grand and impressive in extreme. 
There is a smaller, second fall, which the salmon occa- 
sionally try to leap ; but they spawn in the pebbly beds 
below, the whole course of the stream, especially at the 
basin a short distance from the falls. 
The principal natural ily of the IS'ipisiquit is about 
three-quarters of an inch long, has a yellow body and 
orange tip, two short whisks and two long, yellow 
antennae, six thick yellow legs, a large, black head, a 
thick yellow body with nine rings, and four reticulated, 
dull yellowish, transparent wings. They are not very 
abundant, but there are many small nocturnal flies, that 
will be drawn together with a light in swarms. 
